some may mistake this
as a low point in my life
that i lack happiness or contentment
or that i live in strife
but this is my emotional make-up

how people treat
sometimes comes as a surprise
deeply sensitive
not hard to hurt inside
to find the inner sanctum
no need for crowbar to prise

raindrops in the window box
rainbows in the sky
let’s wonder –
where we go when we die

more difficult life moments
should not be made up
to wear the clothes of shame
applied with make up
which suggest some blame

a part –
that tripped out on your beauty
you innocence and care
the life you have led
the nature of your hair
and the dreams to which we are all wed

you took apart
my lego heart
not with intention
or malicious direction

i saved their embarrassment
and their blushes
i turned them into a film
but we never got to watch the rushes

flowers in your field
growing
like memories of an old friend

one day at a time
each day
facing new challenges
watching slowly

when does this process end?
when does this factory cease?
when do i find out?
when does it feel complete?